I feel so sad, and I don’t know why.
But I just know that I do.
It’s like somebody died.
Who? – I don’t know.
Why? – I don’t know.
Where? – I don’t know!
Being so depressed… it’s boring.
Being so bored… it’s depressing.
Yet it seems as though it would be useless to socialize.
I feel as though nothing could make me smile.
Like it would be one big terrible lie to even try.
I’m so sad. I don’t know why.
I only know that I am. I’m sorry.
But it is human too.

12-17-1990 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit. – Psalm 34:18 KJV
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise. – Psalm 51:17 KJV
For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones. – Isaiah 57:15 KJV
For all those things hath mine hand made, and all those things have been, saith the Lord: but to this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and trembleth at my word. – Isaiah 66:2 KJV